Isabel realizes the state of her skirt

(chapter originally by SpiralFelix at writing.com)

As Isabel moved her hands to smooth her skirt back down, she didn't feel anything but the surface of her tights. Huh? A quick look back revealed that the back of her skirt was raised and stuck to her long sleeve shirt. How the hell did that happen?!? Isabel began trying to tug the skirt away from her shirt, but couldn't seem to make it budge.

"Come on..." she muttered to herself as she tried to pull the skirt a little harder.

Gripping the skirt with both hands, Isabel tried yanking it down as hard as she could. After a few seconds of stretching, the skirt finally came loose from the shirt. Or from most of the shirt, at least. A small part of the shirt was still stuck to the skirt where the dried paint held strong. Isabel's shirt was now missing a lower back.

Phew... glad that's over Isabel thought to herself, happy to have her skirt covering her butt again. She smoothed the skirt out, not noticing it hanging lower than before. Her shirt was only slightly damaged overall. It still came down a few inches below her bra in the back.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the stall door, startling Isabel. "J-just a sec!" she called. When her body stiffened in surprise, it was just enough to send the broken skirt sliding down past her hips and falling around her ankles.

Isabel opened the door and hurriedly exited the stall, stepping out of her skirt in the process. She walked briskly out of the bathroom, oblivious to the complete loss of her skirt. Isabel was feeling in much better spirits now. I've got a half hour before my next class, time to grab some food! As she made her way towards the campus cafeteria, the blonde garnered plenty of attention in just her shirt and tights.

But then, on the way to the cafeteria...